Viscous light and flames, like magma, formed countless enormous, slowly churning vortexes. The core of each one was powerful enough to easily tear apart planet-class power armor.
Raging tides of Spiritual Energy, like roars from a primordial age, washed over this region of space in erratic, successive waves.
Furthermore, invisible "blades," forged from the warping of ultra-high-intensity gravitational and Spiritual Fields, silently sliced through everything under the cover of the light and flames.
Qin Feng was forced to slow down.
He had to expend a massive amount of Mental Power to sense, predict, and evade these ubiquitous and deadly traps.
He was like a tightrope walker, with a bottomless abyss yawning beneath him.
The slightest misstep, and he would be crushed into the most fundamental particles in the Cosmos by the immense power of the star itself—no pursuers needed.
Another month passed in this state of high tension and vigilance.
